be
dead this time next year", is a waste of the Inner Radiance that found
you. It's like life insurance. It's betting against yourself. It's
blowing out your own flame before someone beats you to it.
Remember that you're just a custodian for It. You can be a good
custodian, a so-so custodian or a bad custodian. You can make It a pile
of smouldering twigs or you can make It a bonfire. The Male Light or the
Female Void. I'm telling you that you have to choose. I'm telling you
that if you think you can have both, you are mistaken, that you have
already made your choice in that case.
Consensus and Exception merged once more. Rather, Consensus and some
Exceptions merged. Other Exceptions, feeling the first icy brush of the
Merged Void against them, edged slightly apart from it. As they felt the
weak gravitational tug, they moved even further from it, compressing
their own awareness within themselves. Several hard, gem-like flames
flared into new existence.
"Shine on, You Crazy Diamond."
Pink Floyd
Wish You Were Here
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TANGENTS BY DAVE SIM
if the ensuing seems unduly harsh to male and female feminists (which it
will since everything besides complete and abject surrender to feminism
strikes male and female feminists as unduly harsh) there is, perhaps,
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